Her dark-haired companion, however, had more stamina and sense.
“Will you kindly go away and leave us!” she exclaimed, sharply. “You are very annoying, sir.”
Now Dunton was cut to the quick.
“Is that so!” he sneered. “You’re altogether too stuck up, Miss Prim. I don’t care about talking to you, anyway; but the other young lady has more sense.”
“Come away, Lottie,” said the dark-haired girl, pulling her companion. “He is insulting, and there is no one near to protect us.”
That was Frank Merriwell’s cue. He stepped forward instantly, lifting his hat to the girls and murmuring:
“Permit me to offer my services.”
Then he turned on his fellow actor.
“Mr. Dunton,” he said, grimly, “you have not shown yourself much of a gentleman in your attempt to force your attentions on these young ladies. You had better desist.”
Dunton gave a snarl.